Wednesday, February 24, 2010
Wednesday, February 17, 2010
I Know It's Fake, Shut Up
I get a lot of shit for being a professional wrestling fan. Call it stupid, call it fake, call it homo-erotic, offensive, degrading, low-brow, or whatever else, I love it.
Want to know why? Here's why;
That's Moscow the communist bovine. Get it? MosCOW? Russia?
Hilarity.
Want to know why? Here's why;
That's Moscow the communist bovine. Get it? MosCOW? Russia?
Hilarity.
Sunday, February 7, 2010
My Depression Lasts A Little Bit Longer
People often tell me that I'm an angry person, sometimes even a borderline misanthrope. Personally, I disagree. I'm quite happy and I have every reason to be. I have a great family, an amazing girlfriend and friends, a potential career as an author, and as of right now I'm not paying a dime to get a college education.
With all that said I would say life is pretty sweet right now, BUT BUT BUT! If there were a reason for me to hate humanity it would probably be this.
When society starts writing Jonas Brother centered fan fiction I start to hate society.
I can forget about being happy about the prospect of being an author. I can't compete with this shit.
With all that said I would say life is pretty sweet right now, BUT BUT BUT! If there were a reason for me to hate humanity it would probably be this.
When society starts writing Jonas Brother centered fan fiction I start to hate society.
I can forget about being happy about the prospect of being an author. I can't compete with this shit.
Monday, January 25, 2010
Dogal
Normally I try not to start writing this way, but watch this;
I'm sure a lot of people didn't like that. I know I do, but I also have a taste for black metal and corpse paint. If that didn't suit your fancy watch this;
Both these videos are extremely awkward. One features bizarre sexual sadism and the other is nothing but two people making a fun sex tape music video. Both these videos are from bands coming out of Poland so that may be the reason.
That's not the point I'm trying to make here though. The first video is from black metal sensation Behemoth. I use the term sensation loosely here as outside of fanatical metalheads, no one really gives a shit about Behemoth or black metal in mainstream music. The second video is from Polish pop band Virgin. Their singer, Dorota Rabczewska, or more easily identifiable as Doda is like the Polish Brittney Spears or Miley Cyrus or whoever. Currently she is engaged to Behemoth's singer affectionately known as Nergal.
Yes, fuck Bradgelina, Poland has Dogal;
They're so cute. This may be the reason I move to Europe one day. They have way better power-couples.
Fun fact; Nergal is a graduate of the University of Gdańsk, and is qualified to be a curator at your local museum.
Another fun fact; Behemoth singer Adam Darski took the name Nergal from a Babylonian sun deity.
I hope I enlightened as well as entertained tonight.
I'm sure a lot of people didn't like that. I know I do, but I also have a taste for black metal and corpse paint. If that didn't suit your fancy watch this;
Both these videos are extremely awkward. One features bizarre sexual sadism and the other is nothing but two people making a fun sex tape music video. Both these videos are from bands coming out of Poland so that may be the reason.
That's not the point I'm trying to make here though. The first video is from black metal sensation Behemoth. I use the term sensation loosely here as outside of fanatical metalheads, no one really gives a shit about Behemoth or black metal in mainstream music. The second video is from Polish pop band Virgin. Their singer, Dorota Rabczewska, or more easily identifiable as Doda is like the Polish Brittney Spears or Miley Cyrus or whoever. Currently she is engaged to Behemoth's singer affectionately known as Nergal.
Yes, fuck Bradgelina, Poland has Dogal;
They're so cute. This may be the reason I move to Europe one day. They have way better power-couples.
Fun fact; Nergal is a graduate of the University of Gdańsk, and is qualified to be a curator at your local museum.
Another fun fact; Behemoth singer Adam Darski took the name Nergal from a Babylonian sun deity.
I hope I enlightened as well as entertained tonight.
Sunday, January 17, 2010
Originality, Comedy, and More Domino's Hatred
I want to begin this by discussing my writing process a bit.
When I sit down to write an entry, I have one goal. It's to be funny. The reason for that is because as an aspiring author and fringe-hipster d-bag, I know that through being funny I can reach an audience of my peers who will read my writing, think I'm funny, and (hopefully) keep reading. The promise of consistent readers keeps me writing more material. The more I write, the more I hope to further hone the craft I hope makes me money one day. This is something I do as a writing exercise, and I want people to enjoy it.
Because I want people to enjoy it, I'm a little content-obsessed. I want my entries to be top quality, and original. A big fear of mine is that I'll be regarded as just another pissed off internet user and wannabe Vlogger.
To keep my quality top-notch, I do a lot of quality control. Typically, I come up with topics for the blog by living and surfing the internet. Sometimes, I stumble across something that truly makes me very angry. Usually when that happens I silently have a two minute rant about why I hate...whatever made me angry for the purposes of my own amusement. That rant forms the basis of any given update. For quality control purposes, when I want to blog about something I decide on it but revisit that decision throughout a 24 hour period. When I go back to the topic I ask myself is it funny the second time I recite it? How about a third? You get the idea.
It prevents thoughts that weren't that funny from becoming a bad entry. It also protects me from ideas I thought were funny when I was drunk or otherwise.
Great example; One night my friends and I were celebrating the weekend with a few drinks. We all got a bit stupid that night and came up with a very elaborate and finely detailed plan to become local drug lords who eventually rise up to take out a Nicaraguan drug cartel. The idea was hilarious when it was originally stated, and at the time I might have thought, "Hey this wackiness belongs on the blog." Thankfully, the day after when I further assessed the idea, I realized my drunk rant didn't stand the test of time. Had I not given posting said wackiness a second thought, I would've ended up with something no one would think was funny, and that would make me miserable. I filter a good chunk of ideas this way. The best way I can put it is that bad humor is like milk. It may be good when you first open it, but eventually it goes bad. Milk has a short shelf life. Dane Cook has made a career of being a milkman, so has Jeff Dunham. Good comedy is like a Twinkee. A Twinkee can last on a shelf forever with it's only reason to exist being to make you happy. Everyone enjoys the initial ingestion of a Twinkee, but what they also enjoy is the lifetime a piece of it sits in your colon to continue making you happy until you develop cancer and die. George Carlin was a Twinkee. So was Mitch Hedburg. I strive to shovel a plate of comedy Twinkies into your mouthhole at least once a week. I try to filter the milk from the Twinkies. No one needs milk comedy. Milk is nutritional and good for you. Comedy shouldn't be any of that. No, comedy is sugary Twinkee. It's the sugar your cerebrum needs to constantly remain sharp, vigilant, and ever noticing everything in life.
It doesn't end when I find a topic either. Writing an entry here is sometimes a week long process for me. I constantly start, stop, and go back and revise my work even before I finish it. Sometimes I complete an entry only to sit on it for a day and read it again to decide if I really think it's good or not. The GoGo Gaga Rangers entry is probably less than 200 words long, but it ended up taking me almost two hours to write because I was constantly reworking every sentence. The reason I do this is again to make sure it's Twinkee funny and not milk funny. This causes me to rework and rethink a lot of my material. It's another self-employed writing exercise that causes me to sharpen my writing and wit to a razor point. Ideally, I hope to methodically poke and prod your funny bone with knife-like wit and sarcasm and not mindlessly pound it into the ground with a TMZ-esque crowbar. It's essentially me trying to convince myself what I'm saying isn't funny.
The exercise also helps with how I can maintain the blog's tone and voice. One thing that personally brings my piss to a boil is people who write in 100% hyperbole. In my eyes it's the sign of a bad or young writer. It's the ultimate tool for people who don't want to think about what they write, rather they just slap a lot of exclamation points on something and call it a day. I did that when I was thirteen and writing in my first Xanga as an angsty tween. Do you know a thirteen year old that is truly funny? No, and you know why? Because unless you are thirteen, the shelf life of a hyperbole dressed rant about American Idol is limited and college students on YouTube should understand that. My quality control here is so I avoid using a bad writing technique. My obsessive compulsive behavior in this case helps me trim any hyperbole I may accidentally slip into an entry and form it into an articulate quip or something like that.
You see how egotistical it is when you boil it all down? I just explained why my artistic obsession with the quality of my creation is really to benefit all of you. Like I am the last defense between you and a comic Fat Man.
So after that long tirade that no one but me could possibly care about you may be wondering why I just brought all of that up. Well originally this entire entry was going to center around two recent commercials I saw during the NFL Wild Card weekend. One of them was a Domino's commercial that by now everyone has seen at least once. It's the one where Domino's admits that they've been feeding America shit for years. I then made up my mind that I would write about that Domino's ad.
Because of my insane quality control, I sat on what I wrote for days. In that time the amazingly funny Amelie Gillette at the amazingly funny AV Club did a podcast where she ended up saying almost everything I said in my blog word for word.
After I listened to the podcast I made the decision to scrap my Domino's hatred. It's no secret that I read the AV Club and Ms. Gillette's work and because I strive for originality I didn't want anyone to read it and think that all I was doing was mimicking a much more popular concept. I scraped it for what now looks like a semi-vanity laden post that explains that like a Transformer, I am more than meets the eye.
On that note I would also like to add that since I wrote the Bayonetta-Sarah Palin comparison I have seen almost the same point pop up on a few websites and blogs. As much as this bothers me, I'm not taking that entry down. It's already slipped through the creative cracks.
This has been disappointing. I barely brought up Domino's. If you're still curious I suggest listening to The Hater Podcast discussing it. Amelie Gillette says what I would've almost verbatim.
Someone get me a job at the AV Club please.
When I sit down to write an entry, I have one goal. It's to be funny. The reason for that is because as an aspiring author and fringe-hipster d-bag, I know that through being funny I can reach an audience of my peers who will read my writing, think I'm funny, and (hopefully) keep reading. The promise of consistent readers keeps me writing more material. The more I write, the more I hope to further hone the craft I hope makes me money one day. This is something I do as a writing exercise, and I want people to enjoy it.
Because I want people to enjoy it, I'm a little content-obsessed. I want my entries to be top quality, and original. A big fear of mine is that I'll be regarded as just another pissed off internet user and wannabe Vlogger.
To keep my quality top-notch, I do a lot of quality control. Typically, I come up with topics for the blog by living and surfing the internet. Sometimes, I stumble across something that truly makes me very angry. Usually when that happens I silently have a two minute rant about why I hate...whatever made me angry for the purposes of my own amusement. That rant forms the basis of any given update. For quality control purposes, when I want to blog about something I decide on it but revisit that decision throughout a 24 hour period. When I go back to the topic I ask myself is it funny the second time I recite it? How about a third? You get the idea.
It prevents thoughts that weren't that funny from becoming a bad entry. It also protects me from ideas I thought were funny when I was drunk or otherwise.
Great example; One night my friends and I were celebrating the weekend with a few drinks. We all got a bit stupid that night and came up with a very elaborate and finely detailed plan to become local drug lords who eventually rise up to take out a Nicaraguan drug cartel. The idea was hilarious when it was originally stated, and at the time I might have thought, "Hey this wackiness belongs on the blog." Thankfully, the day after when I further assessed the idea, I realized my drunk rant didn't stand the test of time. Had I not given posting said wackiness a second thought, I would've ended up with something no one would think was funny, and that would make me miserable. I filter a good chunk of ideas this way. The best way I can put it is that bad humor is like milk. It may be good when you first open it, but eventually it goes bad. Milk has a short shelf life. Dane Cook has made a career of being a milkman, so has Jeff Dunham. Good comedy is like a Twinkee. A Twinkee can last on a shelf forever with it's only reason to exist being to make you happy. Everyone enjoys the initial ingestion of a Twinkee, but what they also enjoy is the lifetime a piece of it sits in your colon to continue making you happy until you develop cancer and die. George Carlin was a Twinkee. So was Mitch Hedburg. I strive to shovel a plate of comedy Twinkies into your mouthhole at least once a week. I try to filter the milk from the Twinkies. No one needs milk comedy. Milk is nutritional and good for you. Comedy shouldn't be any of that. No, comedy is sugary Twinkee. It's the sugar your cerebrum needs to constantly remain sharp, vigilant, and ever noticing everything in life.
It doesn't end when I find a topic either. Writing an entry here is sometimes a week long process for me. I constantly start, stop, and go back and revise my work even before I finish it. Sometimes I complete an entry only to sit on it for a day and read it again to decide if I really think it's good or not. The GoGo Gaga Rangers entry is probably less than 200 words long, but it ended up taking me almost two hours to write because I was constantly reworking every sentence. The reason I do this is again to make sure it's Twinkee funny and not milk funny. This causes me to rework and rethink a lot of my material. It's another self-employed writing exercise that causes me to sharpen my writing and wit to a razor point. Ideally, I hope to methodically poke and prod your funny bone with knife-like wit and sarcasm and not mindlessly pound it into the ground with a TMZ-esque crowbar. It's essentially me trying to convince myself what I'm saying isn't funny.
The exercise also helps with how I can maintain the blog's tone and voice. One thing that personally brings my piss to a boil is people who write in 100% hyperbole. In my eyes it's the sign of a bad or young writer. It's the ultimate tool for people who don't want to think about what they write, rather they just slap a lot of exclamation points on something and call it a day. I did that when I was thirteen and writing in my first Xanga as an angsty tween. Do you know a thirteen year old that is truly funny? No, and you know why? Because unless you are thirteen, the shelf life of a hyperbole dressed rant about American Idol is limited and college students on YouTube should understand that. My quality control here is so I avoid using a bad writing technique. My obsessive compulsive behavior in this case helps me trim any hyperbole I may accidentally slip into an entry and form it into an articulate quip or something like that.
You see how egotistical it is when you boil it all down? I just explained why my artistic obsession with the quality of my creation is really to benefit all of you. Like I am the last defense between you and a comic Fat Man.
So after that long tirade that no one but me could possibly care about you may be wondering why I just brought all of that up. Well originally this entire entry was going to center around two recent commercials I saw during the NFL Wild Card weekend. One of them was a Domino's commercial that by now everyone has seen at least once. It's the one where Domino's admits that they've been feeding America shit for years. I then made up my mind that I would write about that Domino's ad.
Because of my insane quality control, I sat on what I wrote for days. In that time the amazingly funny Amelie Gillette at the amazingly funny AV Club did a podcast where she ended up saying almost everything I said in my blog word for word.
After I listened to the podcast I made the decision to scrap my Domino's hatred. It's no secret that I read the AV Club and Ms. Gillette's work and because I strive for originality I didn't want anyone to read it and think that all I was doing was mimicking a much more popular concept. I scraped it for what now looks like a semi-vanity laden post that explains that like a Transformer, I am more than meets the eye.
On that note I would also like to add that since I wrote the Bayonetta-Sarah Palin comparison I have seen almost the same point pop up on a few websites and blogs. As much as this bothers me, I'm not taking that entry down. It's already slipped through the creative cracks.
This has been disappointing. I barely brought up Domino's. If you're still curious I suggest listening to The Hater Podcast discussing it. Amelie Gillette says what I would've almost verbatim.
Someone get me a job at the AV Club please.
Monday, January 11, 2010
Button Nailin' Japanese Sarah Paylin'
Confession time; I may or may not be obsessed with the Japanese.
Alright, I am, but you probably already knew that. As an outsider I am fascinated with their culture and trends. It basically goes back to a love for giant monsters and robots that I've held since I was a child, but the square watermelons, tentacle porn, and vending machines that sell the used underwear of schoolgirls are interesting to read about as well. I say read because I've never eaten square watermelon, purchased used underwear, or viewed tentacle porn, nor do I ever intend on doing the last two. Just putting that on the record.
Living in America, I only get about a third of the crazy Japanese shit released here. Last week I was blessed with such a gift when Capcom's Bayonetta landed in Walmarts across the country.
The premise of the game is simple; You're an ultra hot chick who kills demons or whatever. I never gathered the real story to the game because it's told in the traditional convo-fuck-luded style of Japanese storytelling. It's like trying to watch The Matrix Revolutions without seeing the first two. It's almost incomprehensible besides the gratuitous violence and sex.
I wanted to put up the American commercial, but I can't seem to find it on YouTube, so to further confuse everyone here's a Japanese commercial for it;
Confusing right? That's the reason I want to go to Japan. It's all for their drugs and employment opportunities. Some group of Japanese men did whatever substance they do across the Pacific and did nothing but play Devil May Cry and watch Who's Nailin' Paylin while they were high and made a video game as a result. If they can do that and be successfully employed than god dammit I can too.
Seriously;
It's not just a cosmetic thing either. Watch the trailer, she's more Palin that you'd think. She loves guns, hunts giant creatures, and like all Republicans, appears to be a closeted dominatrix.
Yep, those Japanese know definitely know their shit.
Alright, I am, but you probably already knew that. As an outsider I am fascinated with their culture and trends. It basically goes back to a love for giant monsters and robots that I've held since I was a child, but the square watermelons, tentacle porn, and vending machines that sell the used underwear of schoolgirls are interesting to read about as well. I say read because I've never eaten square watermelon, purchased used underwear, or viewed tentacle porn, nor do I ever intend on doing the last two. Just putting that on the record.
Living in America, I only get about a third of the crazy Japanese shit released here. Last week I was blessed with such a gift when Capcom's Bayonetta landed in Walmarts across the country.
The premise of the game is simple; You're an ultra hot chick who kills demons or whatever. I never gathered the real story to the game because it's told in the traditional convo-fuck-luded style of Japanese storytelling. It's like trying to watch The Matrix Revolutions without seeing the first two. It's almost incomprehensible besides the gratuitous violence and sex.
I wanted to put up the American commercial, but I can't seem to find it on YouTube, so to further confuse everyone here's a Japanese commercial for it;
Confusing right? That's the reason I want to go to Japan. It's all for their drugs and employment opportunities. Some group of Japanese men did whatever substance they do across the Pacific and did nothing but play Devil May Cry and watch Who's Nailin' Paylin while they were high and made a video game as a result. If they can do that and be successfully employed than god dammit I can too.
Seriously;
It's not just a cosmetic thing either. Watch the trailer, she's more Palin that you'd think. She loves guns, hunts giant creatures, and like all Republicans, appears to be a closeted dominatrix.
Yep, those Japanese know definitely know their shit.
Tuesday, December 22, 2009
You're Not Omanyte, Asshole
For as much love as we have for each other, my girlfriend and I are complete polar opposites. Aside from a love of The Simpsons and obscure Japanese video games (see No More Heroes and Katamari Damacy) we have little in common. She wants to dissect a frog and I would rather dissect a poem. My love of Black Flag is lost on her, and her fascination with Tiesto escapes me. She watches the Kardashians while I prefer oiled up half-naked men wrestling each other. I'm obsessing over the NFC Wild Card picture and she couldn't give a shit. She aspires to be the next Gregor Mendel while all I want to be is Chris Jericho.
Get it? Complete opposites. The phrase opposites attract rings true in our case.
With all that said, we're also both incredibly hard headed and stubborn. Rarely will one of us back down in an argument. My bedroom often becomes a battle ground for two warring samurai to go at it until one of us rolls over an dies. Because I happen to be the male in this relationship, when the argument ends, it automatically becomes my fault. What was a battle of honor, Bushido, and pride gets transformed into a drive-by shooting where I'm accused of leaving my lover riddled with insult-laden bullets.
A quicker way of saying this would've been "Yeah, I get in trouble a lot," I just wanted everyone to feel my plight. Any guy reading this will know what I'm talking about.
With all that said, I'm probably going to get in trouble tonight for this. Certainly with her, and possibly with a few other Facebook fans. I never put warnings in any of my posts because, well, fuck it, but if anyone reading this has a love of the monsters in their pockets I highly suggest skipping this one. Don't un-fan me on the page, just skip this. I'll go back to insulting guidos soon I promise.
My problem tonight is with a Facebook movement. I'm not sure if that is the official title for this, but if not I'm coining the phrase. The last few weeks there has been a campaign for people to switch their Facebook profile pictures to pictures of cute, cuddly, Christ-insulting Pokemon, and at the risk of pissing a lot of potential readers off, you're all idiots.
Why? Because you're the beginning of the end for Facebook. It's bullshit like this, Farmville, and mongoloids who become fans of the most ridiculous shit that make me freebase baking soda and punch nuns. It damages the legitimacy of social network and makes you look like a retard in doing so. Myspace at one point was considered the legit social networking site but eventually turned into an Emo personals site.
Yeah your this;
Is the Facebook version of this;
You're profile picture of Ekans (HAHAHA get it!? That's snake backwards!! Clever Japanese!) might as well be a tilted shot of you in the bathroom with shitty makeup, hair, and in this case, bubblegum. They're not too different. I can only assume the goal here is to make a deep seeded statement that you as an individual are in some way 'anti-conformative' to every other asshole on your friend list who poses with a red cup in all their pictures. As edgy and hilarious as you may think you are, you're not. You're digital display of self-proclaimed obscurity and anti-conformity is null when you consider that you followed a group, albeit a minority and all conformed to making your pictures that of giant bugs and flame-ponies.
I completely sound like the goth kids from South Park right now and I'm ok with that. You cretins destroy the credibility of social networking. Go back to bitching about a dislike button or something.
My biggest question is why Pokemon? I know it's that kind of nostalgic, obscure, 'omg 90's' shit you people crave, but it's a poor choice. I'll argue it to the death that Pokemon was and is a silver medal as far as I'm concerned. The two biggest aspects of the franchise (Video games and TV show) are both outclassed by other products. For as much crap as I get for it, I loved Digimon when I was a kid. Every season of the show (there were five) was different, engaging, had a moving plot, and in some cases, dealt with pretty strong themes for a children's show. Season 3 was ripe with overtones about suicide, artificial intelligence, and the ethics of technology. That sounds fanboy-ish, but it's true. The Pokemon anime is 600+ episodes strong with the same six general episode story arcs. It's Ash wants this Pokemon, or fights/helps this trainer, or saves this Pokemon, or hey look a gym battle. Team Rocket tends to interfere and always loses. Wash, rinse, and repeat for twelve seasons. The only progressing part of the series is Ash attempting to get however many badges or whatever for that region's Poke-awesome-league only to move on to another region and do...the exact same thing.
Gripping fucking television there, and I'm aware that lots of television is like this. Hell, Knight Rider is the same episode over and over again, but at least it has a car that can speak full sentences unlike those bullshit creatures who can only say their name.
That's right poke-fanatics. Suck one.
I'm in so much trouble for this.
Get it? Complete opposites. The phrase opposites attract rings true in our case.
With all that said, we're also both incredibly hard headed and stubborn. Rarely will one of us back down in an argument. My bedroom often becomes a battle ground for two warring samurai to go at it until one of us rolls over an dies. Because I happen to be the male in this relationship, when the argument ends, it automatically becomes my fault. What was a battle of honor, Bushido, and pride gets transformed into a drive-by shooting where I'm accused of leaving my lover riddled with insult-laden bullets.
A quicker way of saying this would've been "Yeah, I get in trouble a lot," I just wanted everyone to feel my plight. Any guy reading this will know what I'm talking about.
With all that said, I'm probably going to get in trouble tonight for this. Certainly with her, and possibly with a few other Facebook fans. I never put warnings in any of my posts because, well, fuck it, but if anyone reading this has a love of the monsters in their pockets I highly suggest skipping this one. Don't un-fan me on the page, just skip this. I'll go back to insulting guidos soon I promise.
My problem tonight is with a Facebook movement. I'm not sure if that is the official title for this, but if not I'm coining the phrase. The last few weeks there has been a campaign for people to switch their Facebook profile pictures to pictures of cute, cuddly, Christ-insulting Pokemon, and at the risk of pissing a lot of potential readers off, you're all idiots.
Why? Because you're the beginning of the end for Facebook. It's bullshit like this, Farmville, and mongoloids who become fans of the most ridiculous shit that make me freebase baking soda and punch nuns. It damages the legitimacy of social network and makes you look like a retard in doing so. Myspace at one point was considered the legit social networking site but eventually turned into an Emo personals site.
Yeah your this;
Is the Facebook version of this;
You're profile picture of Ekans (HAHAHA get it!? That's snake backwards!! Clever Japanese!) might as well be a tilted shot of you in the bathroom with shitty makeup, hair, and in this case, bubblegum. They're not too different. I can only assume the goal here is to make a deep seeded statement that you as an individual are in some way 'anti-conformative' to every other asshole on your friend list who poses with a red cup in all their pictures. As edgy and hilarious as you may think you are, you're not. You're digital display of self-proclaimed obscurity and anti-conformity is null when you consider that you followed a group, albeit a minority and all conformed to making your pictures that of giant bugs and flame-ponies.
I completely sound like the goth kids from South Park right now and I'm ok with that. You cretins destroy the credibility of social networking. Go back to bitching about a dislike button or something.
My biggest question is why Pokemon? I know it's that kind of nostalgic, obscure, 'omg 90's' shit you people crave, but it's a poor choice. I'll argue it to the death that Pokemon was and is a silver medal as far as I'm concerned. The two biggest aspects of the franchise (Video games and TV show) are both outclassed by other products. For as much crap as I get for it, I loved Digimon when I was a kid. Every season of the show (there were five) was different, engaging, had a moving plot, and in some cases, dealt with pretty strong themes for a children's show. Season 3 was ripe with overtones about suicide, artificial intelligence, and the ethics of technology. That sounds fanboy-ish, but it's true. The Pokemon anime is 600+ episodes strong with the same six general episode story arcs. It's Ash wants this Pokemon, or fights/helps this trainer, or saves this Pokemon, or hey look a gym battle. Team Rocket tends to interfere and always loses. Wash, rinse, and repeat for twelve seasons. The only progressing part of the series is Ash attempting to get however many badges or whatever for that region's Poke-awesome-league only to move on to another region and do...the exact same thing.
Gripping fucking television there, and I'm aware that lots of television is like this. Hell, Knight Rider is the same episode over and over again, but at least it has a car that can speak full sentences unlike those bullshit creatures who can only say their name.
That's right poke-fanatics. Suck one.
I'm in so much trouble for this.
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